sun pain
?what hurts light
?where does a fire cry
?when will it rain
flames fly high
?how does it work
sadness is blistering sweaty fuckers
a trillion light year old spark stuck up someone's fat ass
this aint no nightclub
this is real
this is what aches most
bruising bedroom windows every god damn morning
matching early songbird lonely tear for miserable tear
another fucking morning
chipped paint to death
rusted wires corrode away but taste
dilapidated bones something like lost clouds fulla cancerous cells
selling their bullshit
we praise this planetary house of mirrors as it twists on the horizon's axis
confusion
hands from inferno's blood hold us in praying cathedral like bubbles that bounce thousands of miles in a terrible like stillness
where we kick
we shout
screaming out singing aloud
as waves smash sand from our bewildered eyes
there are no directions in here
go on ahead
fuck you
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce